| Poetry People| Poetry Site| #1| #2| #3| #4| #5| Forum| Webring| HOME BOOTS OF A DIFFERENT COLOR When I was five and sick and frail, Grammy gave me a bigbox of crayons. She taught me how to carefully hold them. Rule one was that the paper had to stay on. In the coloring book was a cowboy page, that had hats and shirts & cowboy stuff galore. Dizzy with anticipation of this delight I colored like Rembrandt as I lay on the floor. My mother loomed above me, hoping to find I had made some mess or other. So she could take my lovely colors away and give them to the real child,my brother. He was just a baby, but he was a baby boy. My father's eyes gleamed,he had a son. When people asked if he had children, he'd say, "This here's the important one." My tiny hand held crayons all the afternoon, taking me to a tranquil place, where I was free. Here, I colored the cowboy boots, careful and neat. I wanted my dad to be proud of me. Finished with my treasure, I crept close to where he sat tipped back on an old chair. Shyly I handed up the book for him to see, and he said, "What the hell you got there?" "Boots is supposed to be the same color, you dumb little chuckleheaded, useless brat!" From that day in infancy grew my rebellion, and I grew round and cross and finally, fat. No boots had ever been so colorful, as I already had an artists careful eye. "Why can't you just do it the way that's right?" They were pretty boots, I tell myself and sigh. There's a horse of a different color, folks say. It means you will never fit in. I didn't, don't and never will in my old age. Boots of a different color, that was my sin. March 18, 2001 There Once Was a Man There once was a man, for whom I cared. To let him near, I was scared. Afraid of the cards, that fate may deal. I never showed anything, even how I feel. Now though, he has gone away. In his arms, I will never again stay. Shannon Marie Dienger More Than A Friend No it's not a secret anymore They all know it's you I adore Yes. . . . It's all true Yes. . . . I have a crush on you From that day we first met You , in my heart I have kept No longer can I hide what I feel I can only wish for my dream to be real Every day I think of you constantly Only hoping you are thinking of me You are so special , comparble to few Yes . . . . I'am falling for you The want to be with you get's stronger every day I want to be loved by you what can I say? The times I'm with you are forever memories For it's silly but i cherish moments such as these Just getting to look at you is simply a gift and know this, With just one smile , you give me eternal bliss Yes . . . . it's all true I want someone to be with, someone to kiss,someone to hug, and someone to miss Yes . . . . I want to be with you This is dedicated to a special guy that makes my day with one smile. Luv Ally B. A Poem From Heaven A rose soft velvet to touch, it is a kiss from God I hold upon my cheek perfumed in essence, a flower sent from His heart, words of love He need not speak A rose so sweet plucked fresh, drops from heaven glistening in the morning dew, oh precious gift priceless love not to measure, His own work of art, be it now a flower pressed, in book of verses His poem, mine to treasure, would that I always keep Him near. TTLARK@aol.com Angel You are my angel sent from above god gave you to me for me to love he knew you were special, so he gave me your heart then I made a promise I vowed we'd never part you are my family now we're forever bound as one we spend all of our time together and we all ways have fun I love you more than you'll ever know for you and you only my love I'll always show the day will come when we must part but don't worry baby you'll always be in my heart when I must go I wish I could take you so I can show the angels in heaven my love for you is true we'll be together until that time I can show the world for years that you are mine I want to shelter you from harm and hold you through the night wake up to your beautiful face 'cause you're my morning light Brandy, you are my angel sent from up above god gave you to me for me to love Author Unknown Life I can't get the picture of her on Thanksgiving day out of my head. She was 5'10", 98 lbs, and had little or no hair on her head. Her skin was wrinkled as an old prune. I can't help but cry when I think of how young she was when the cancer took her life. It was far too soon. She was only 30 and much too young to die. I can't imagine the pain she went through just trying to hold onto life for one more day. I'm sure it was unbearable. I was so mad when my mom wouldn't let me go to the funeral. She was my aunt and we were very close. When I think of the pain she went through to hold onto life, I know it was for the best. She is now up in Heaven with God and unable to feel any pain. I know when I die, I will join her in Heaven and we will be happy together forever. Betraying A Pact A sound of loneliness breaks my silence The echo of tragedy rings across the earth It was to be our tragedy, instinctively interrupted The blade incises a fresh wound upon my hand The thorns of a thousand roses penetrate my soul My utter sense of life has let death grip me With repeated stabs of motionless fear In saving myself, I have let us down A twisted plan, leaving fate in our hands Destiny has taken us apart; the cowardly river of life has swept me down Beneath the current I struggle -- vainly-- The stars implode, leaving my sky a burning black nothing. Your face shadows each step I take A mortal wound, with only your hands to blame An immortal mistake, only myself to bear the pain In a spineless moment of truth I recoiled in the ultimate scheme to conquer destiny So, I'm left with the bleeding of two hearts Only one body to heed the suffering. Like a november wind of steal My blood has grown cold, coating my veins like a winter frost upon the grass Suffocating in my own weakness Immortality has taken another soul Leaving me to suffer the consequence of failing you For when my time comes Your shadow will flee from my resting spot Your tears of emptiness continue to swell in me Leaving me flooded with misery -- until my time comes. Author Unknown Why? As I walk passed him in the hall I think, "why can't he feel the same way about me as I do about him?" I have known him for eight years and have had strong feelings for him for just as long. Why can't he see how I feel about him? As soon as I see him in the hall I get this smile on my face. A smile that I just can't hide from the rest of the world. why can't he know what that smile means? Every day I think, "Okay. Today I'm going to tell him how I feel." But as soon as I see him my mouth freezes and won't open. The only sound I can get out is a feeble little "Hi" When he says "Hi" back, that big smile leaps back on my face. I feel happy again. Then I think, "Tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow. I'm going to tell him." Why can't I tell him how I feel today? It is like there is a brick wall standing in my way. The closer I get to telling him, the bigger the wall gets. Right now the wall is a hundred stories high. Why can't I get the courage to tell him how I feel? I just don't know. I know one day I will tell him how I feel. But if he doesn't feel the same way, my heart will shatter into tiny pieces. One day I will break down the wall and tell him how I feel. Some day. Why can't I tell him how I feel today? Why? Author Unknown BlackManII Why are we still not free? In this American land so call liberty. Is it because our nations are divided between light and dark? Or, is it because we allow satan to keep God and us apart? Where are the old generation? "Who always talk to the young". To keep your faith in God, and keep fighting on. No matter what we may go through, stay in the race. Do not be anxious about anything and keep on a steady pace. We have to love, live and learn to take one day at a time. And to be accountable for our actions as well as our thoughts in a human mind. Christ Jesus paid the way for every human soul to live. To cherish each other love and to have the heart to be able to forgive. So now, "I realized we can be free". Just believe and trust in our LORD & SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST for our eternity... Author, Frankie Peebles Missing You.... EVERYTIME I SEE A RAINBOW, OR A BRIGHT STAR IN THE SKY. I'LL THINK OF YOU MY FRIEND, AND KNOW YOU'LL ALWAYS BE CLOSE BY. FOR RAINBOWS DON'T COME EVERYDAY, AND STARS YOU ONLY SEE AT NIGHT. THINGS DON'T HAVE TO BE GONE, JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE OUT OF SITE. IF I'M FEELING BAD AND ALL ALONE, I OFTEN DO... I'LL HUG A FUZZY TEDDYBEAR, AND TELL MY TROUBLES TO YOU. OF COURSE YOU MAY NOT ANSWER ME, OR HUG ME REAL TIGHT. BUT IN MY HEART I'LL KNOW YOU HEAR ME, AND THANKS TO YOU I'LL BE ALRIGHT. {THIS I WROTE FOR MY FRIEND, 32 YRS OLD, WHO IS ABOUT TO DIE OF CANCER.} AUTHOR, LISA POPEJOY Lizard Man you tried the switch on me your best sales pitch on me but when your true color all undercover shows hate and envious green are you my enemy? or are you my brother? are you just like the others? you can dodge you can camouflage just to be difficult to discover could you be a friend? could you be a fake? acting like a lizard but maybe you are a snake because when you lizards loose tails its like snakes loosing scails because without your trying there is no denying you are a real snake Author: Unknown Posted 3/29/2001 Starry Beach Don't watch the sea look at me. I can watch the skie and see my star twinkleing twinkleing from a far. Posted 03/28/2001 My Wife you were fifteen and i was twenty-two. there counldn't have been a more angry love so true. through mixed emotions i hurt you so very bad our lives have been a rollercoaster but it's the best iv'e ever had. when you laugh i'm taken back to a time so long ago a starting point in time when things were very slow. we each have our problems with haunting pasts gratefully both agree to do our best to stay together and love only as we. thirteen years of marriage twenty years of life this is why i fight so hard... my wife. Steve Ray Loss Of A Child We gather here today to plant a little tree. In honor of a little boy whose life was not to be. A precious little blessing carried in his mommy's womb We lost him in the Spring of life when all the flowers bloom. God took his little hand in his and said son follow me. You'll live with me in heaven with all your family. Great Grandpa and Great Grandma are waiting there for you. It will not be a lonely place There's a job for you to do. There's a family far down below gathered round a little tree. Tell them dear Mom and Dad please don't mourn for me. Just look outside your window upon that little tree. And everytime it grows a foot you will always think of me. It's branches reach for heaven into the big blue sky. We are all god's creations so please mom, please don't cry. Just know that I am with you every minute of the day. Remember each and every time when you kneel down to pray. I am your little angel looking down from far above and when you always think of me remember me with love..... In loving memory of Cameron Scott Borges By Susan D'elena Grandmother Old Loves elizabeth... it was said that you only really fall in love with one person in your lifetime, for me it was elizabeth potter, she came to boston college from maine in 1971, we met at a poetry seminar just after the fall semester had begun. i had one year to go in my quest to become a journalist, she was just begining her education, she didn't know anyone and we wound up in several classes, she was very interested in painting, i was mesmerized by her dark hair and green eyes, i was renting an old house a friend owned and liz as i began calling her lived in old creighton hall, a women's dorm, i invited her to have a late supper after a history lecture, she spent a few minutes looking over my bookcases and then it was then she saw cassanade my cat asleep on a chair, he woke when he saw her, i'd adopted him or rather we took to each other, he was good company, we sat and ate the stew i had made and sipped a good merlow, she talked of her family , her father was a brick layer and her mother a nurse, she had two brothers, one nathan was a student at berkely, her other brother scott had just signed to play ball at arizona state, i told her the story of my family, my father was a sucessful lawyer as was my brother david, my father had made a stink when i told him i was not going to be a lawyer but a writer, the semester seemed to fly by, we began to spend time together, either at my place or the library, our first real snow came right at midterms, we began a routine of cooking at my house, we also studied wines, lizabeth read about impressionist painting to me around the roaring fireplace, it came time for thanksgiving and she went home to maine, i went to florida where my family had started spending holidays, it was pleasant, my father and i got along and it was fun seeing my cousins and driving around with them, i made an exuse that i had to get back to boston with work to do, i'd just gotten back and got a call from lizabeth, she had left early and came back, we had dinner out that night, she told me her aunt was sick, the next day we got three feet of snow, classes were canceled and we stayed in my house, we were getting closer yet there was no verbal commitment yet, we were busy trying to finish work before christmas break, but one night late lizabeth came over, she seemed subdued, i asked her what was wrong and she explained that her aunt was dying, she had told me how close they were, she had to leave the next day because she was critical, i asked her if she wanted me to go with her, she said she'd be fine, i saw her to the train the next morning, it was fitting with the cloudy gloomy weather, i was just getting in and the phone rang, it was her and she said her aunt had died, she asked me to come up, i got a train an hour later, i arrived at her parents home and was introduced to her parents and brothers, then we were off to the wake, it was somber and yet uplifting at the same time, after at her parents home i met all the relatives and friends, i had an unusually good talk, i also talked baseball with her brother, i had to leave the next morning, liz stayed another two days, when she got back she had work to do to catch up and i helped write a couple papers, she helped to write a book i was working on, one evening she was over sitting in her favorite chair snuggled with cassanade, she was silent, i asked her if she was thinking of her aunt, no she said, i went over to her and put my hand on hers, i looked into her eyes and she in mine, i bent over to kiss her and she said softly, no, she told me that she'd been in love with someone and she had been hurt by him, it had been sometime since it happened, i sat and listened and then she asked me to hold her, i did, after christmas we went to a friend's place in cape cod, it was nice to be alone with her, we also brought cassanade, it was a warm inviting place, yet it was freezing cold outside, we studied little, ate big meals, drank expensive wines, read books on pottery, slavery and the holocaust, one evening i had gone for some firewood, when i returned lizabeth had lit some candles, it was very cozy and warm, it was then that night we made love for the first time, it was warm and tender, something had been growing between us and now it had become love, we spent the rest of the week inside, we had to return to college life and all the deadlines facing us, for some reason something changed between us, though then i didn't pick up on it, we did study together but she was spending more time at the dorm, i would call her and she'd be out, i ran into her and asked her if something was wrong, she asked if she could come over that night, i said sure, when she arrived i was reading and had made some tea, she asked for a glass of scotch, she sat as always with cassanade, she was withdrawn, something bad was about to go on, she began to tell me that after the weekend she had began to doubt her own commitment not mine, she said she was falling in love with me but and there was that but, she felt the hurt still from the someone she told me about, she said she would always cherish our time together, she was dropping out of school to go to berkley, she had to get away from winter, school, she got up to leave, she took the cat and carresed him, then with tears in her eyes she put her arms around me, take care of yourself, she tried to smile but couldn't,she left and that was the last time i ever saw her, three years later, i'd almost forgotten her or so i thought, i had moved and had gotten a job with the boston globe, i had settled in a new house with cassanade, then i got the letter that opened the old feelings, it read, dear paul, i feel as if our time was so long ago, i've been to many places, india, mexico, france and spain, i am now in hawaii, i have met a singer named eric, he is a good man, there is a part of me that will always love you, you taught me how to enjoy so many things, for that i am thankful, i didn't mean to hurt you, i never did, i miss cassanade,please hug him for me, if you haven't found someone to love do so, you deserve to, i was someone you didn't really know and neither did i, love , lizabeth, i sat down with a glass of port and wonder as the sun goes down, sitting next to cassanade... herman justice [c] 1999 murphy creek publishing For more great poetry like this, click here! |